The first time Bucky meets Darcy, she’s wearing a grey t-shirt, and not much else. She’s standing in the kitchen, on the fourty-forth floor of the Avengers tower, at 3am, hissing as she burns her fingers trying to pry a charred bagel out from the confines of the toaster.
She mutters to herself the whole while, and Bucky starts to back out of the room, hoping to slip away unnoticed, but it’s too late. She spins around, and drops the plate—as well as her impromptu pre-dawn snack—in surprise. The china smashes, and Bucky flinches, while Darcy stumbles backwards into the kitchen counter.
Bucky is about to stumble his way through an apology, when his gaze is drawn to the emblem on her t-shirt. It’s a red outline of a cartoon drawing of Thor. Underneath it, it says in brackets (the hammer is my penis) written in the same red as the drawing. He frowns, and Darcy smirks, relaxing so much so that she’s no longer holding on to the granite for dear life.
"My eyes are up here, dude."
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.